Presumptuous Springtime
Of presumptuous springtime
When the air buzzes. Lilting. Like boys and dentists
Assuring the lacks
Laughing-gassing. Laughing. Gassing.
Assumption of spring.
The sun shines enough
Okay?
Feel silhouettes and sweet nothings
Okay.
Stumble again into the
bumble blunder plunders of February
Perusing dirt beds in the sinister sun
Cheekily mislaid
By the blizzards of May
These are the afternoons
When the rain waits for your walk home
Feel the Februaries. Cleansings.
Sponge down each trapezius, latissimus, with knotted kisses
Chipping away at old cracks like woodpeckers
Determined to build a home in circular perfection
These apples fill their minds with annual youth
Filling my empty space with sounds
Filling my stomach with butterflies and seasonal sniffles
Beat my blood in rhythm with the blue sky
A lilting prussian blue across my skin
Across my oxygen
Februaries
In an arsony of petrichor
Drum a Drum
He and I
Speak with spotted hands
We know in reverence
I cannot wash him out with words
You are young
I am choking your facts down
Sand in my hand
I’ll hand you a year
And try
And try
And try
I’ll fill myself
With holidays
And supplements
Home grown vegetables
And cinder blocks
My dearest
My dearest
I sat on a wall
And my breath is so heavy
I’ve started to fall
And I hate this
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
Come you spirits that tend on mortal thought
Let me love you
unconditionally
He loved me on friday
unconditionally
And we laughed
From the wings
With his woolen smile
Resting on my knees
Caught me in his crooks
And his steadiness
A drum
A drum
Macbeth doth come
I hold his daggers
He ties my ropes
We are full of silent longing
Melting down cough drops
He said he would love me
In frost and too little time
If the flowers weren’t your own
If the flowers weren’t your own
And I must promise
Not to lace my satin fingers through his hair
I am so sick with belonging
About the author: I am Lovenia Libby, a sixteen year old in my junior year of high-school at Flagstaff Arts and Leadership Academy, a small mountain oasis of the arts in Flagstaff Arizona. An avid writer and performance poet for years and connoisseur of far too much literature and Shakespeare, this is my first publication.
